Hiccup's New Life (Film Version)-I

Hello HTTYD fandom. I am MODdenial, which is short for Master Of Deception and Denial.

Some of you may know of me depending on whether or not I've reviewed your stories or you've decided to check me out after looking at my profile, but anyway...Ever since summer of this year, I've been completely infatuated with How to Train Your Dragon. I've grown to like most of the stories coming from the fandom as well.

Don't hate me for this but…I really don't think "Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons" or better known as "The Big Four" will become so much of an ascended internet phenomenon that we'll actually get a movie about it. It would have to have been done at least 2-3 years ago, before the sequel to "How to Train Your Dragon" came out. Hiccup grew up well, I'd have to say. Also…apparently Drago's role will be reprised as will Valka's but Stoick will be there as well, unless Gerald Butler voices someone other than Stoick.

The math is like this: Infatuation with HTTYD + creative writing ability + overwhelming desire to type, violate, annihilate, and cleanse my soul=this.

The stories that this film is based on, one is finished with a happy ending (YAY!) and the other hasn't been finished yet. I've already gotten the green light from the author of the original story, NightShade248 and the popular rewrite by ChaosX97.

Basically, Hiccup will have a lot more narration and dialogue in this "Watch the Film" fanfic. I think I'll use Astrid for the Berk narration. We need someone to talk about how Berk's been after Hiccup leaves.

As for Spectrum, I can tell right now, I cannot juggle two stories at once, but I promise after I catch up to the rewrite, I will return to Spectrum.

DISCLAIMER: Hiccup isn't useless, these are. But anyway, I do not own How to Train Your Dragon or the story that this "Watch the story made film" fanfic came from.

Chapter 1: Vikings and Dragons and Swords, Oh My!

HICCUP'S POV

"LEAVING! We're leaving! Let's pack up. Looks like you and me are taking a little vacation…forever." I called out to no one in particular while carrying a basket usually filled with fish I had been giving to a special friend of mine. As a matter of fact, this special friend is also my only friend, and my only friend…happens to belong to a species of winged reptiles that are called the natural enemy of us Vikings…dragons.

But this dragon wasn't just any dragon, oh no. No, this dragon was the deadliest, most feared, dreaded and respected dragon known to Vikings, the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself…the Night Fury. During a dragon raid, I had shot down this Night Fury and wanted to kill him. Doing so would have caused the village to turn a 180. They'd throw a feast in my honor. The adults and teens alike would fall at my feet, begging for their forgiveness, Astrid would definitely be impressed; maybe she'd even consider me a friend. Killing the dragon would immediately earn the village's love, something I had always wanted, something I had always craved…but I didn't go through with it. Instead of kill him, I set him free, then in a flash the dragon pounced. It had plenty of opportunity, the means, and the motive to kill me, but he didn't. He didn't blast me into oblivion, bite off any limbs, or even give me a scar. It simply roared in my face and flew off. If the Night Fury didn't go for the kill like the other dragons, what else do we have wrong about them?

Vikings and Dragons have been at odds for quite some time, and by some time, we're talking 3 centuries worth of time. 3 centuries of bloodshed on both sides, families ripped away, mothers and fathers slaughtered, children taken before their time. This war had been quite exhausting for both parties. It seemed that for every Viking that was killed by a dragon, ten or so dragons were killed by Vikings. I was brought up to hate the dragons as much as my predecessors, and their predecessors before them.

Aside from hating dragons, well formerly hating dragons, I'm nothing like them. I'm not the biggest Viking, or the tallest, or the bravest, or the most social, and for me, the road to disaster is usually paved with good intentions.

I'd been subject to unacceptable amounts of bullying by the teens, namely Snotlout Jorgenson, and Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston. The Thorstons didn't have minds of their own, so they pretty much went along with whatever Snotlout did, and that usually entailed causing me pain, physical, emotional, the like. Fishlegs Ingerman joined the three because his parents told him it wouldn't be good for their family's reputation to hang out with a menace like me.

Astrid Hofferson, the girl I was enamored with didn't attack me, but she didn't try to help me. The only thing she ever did was…nothing. She shunned me just as much as the adult Vikings did, but I can't blame her. She was a shield maiden, and if there was anything she held dear to her other than her mother's axe, it was her reputation, and she wouldn't dare give it up to save someone as insignificant as me.

Stoick the Vast, chief of the tribe, he was worse than all of them. Whenever I went to him about the bruises and beatings I suffered, he would simply tell me to deal with it, because "Vikings wear dragon blood on their sleeves, not emotions!" or something similar. He was practically allowing it to happen!

The only upside there was Gobber the Belch, his mentor, confidant, he was actually the closest thing I had to a friend and he was 3 times my age!

Before today, all I wanted was to be accepted in his village for who he was, not for who I couldn't be, but the rest of the village would have nothing of it. Now these days, I wasn't an Outcast, no one seems to leave me alone at all. Everyone wants to hang out with me, acting as if they hadn't been spending the past 15 years of my life treating me like a plague. I don't want to spend any of his time with the villagers, knowing I was taking down dragons harmlessly and peacefully, rather than spilling their blood like they preferred.

This came because of the time spent with my best friend…a dragon.

ASTRID'S POV

After I nearly got killed trying to save Hiccup from the Deadly Nadder in the second day of dragon training, I turned to him and basically told him that our training was no joke, that the war our parents, their parents, and their parents before them had been fighting was about to become our own, and he should figure out which side he was on.

Don't get me wrong, I don't care about Hiccup, as a matter of fact, I'm not even upset the fact that he bested me in dragon training. It was how he was doing it that made me angry. Whenever I tried to confront Hiccup about it, he just slipped away like a shadow under the cover of the night. That made me furious. Then the final elimination came, where Hiccup and I were required to work together to take down a dragon. I was ready to reclaim my rightful spot at the top of my class and prove that Hiccup's dragon training skills were nothing more than repetitive flukes. Tricks. Lies.

Then the dragon fell in a giant heap at Hiccup's feet as it were a giant puppy.

Before, it didn't even look like Hiccup put in any effort. Now here, he didn't even try to take it down. If anything, he was hiding away from it. I got so furious that I started swinging my axe around, uttering some rather colorful, but appropriate words to the situation.

The chief had us all quiet down to decide who had earned the privilege of killing our fiercest dragon, the Monstrous Nightmare, in the Kill Ring tomorrow. When Gobber hovered his hook over me, and the elder shook her head, I was shocked, to say the least. Fortunately for Hiccup, that shock had kept down the overwhelming desire to rip his head right off his body right then and there in the exact way the chief popped a dragon's head off its body when he was only a babe. Then it melted into pure anger when the elder chose him to kill the dragon.

Him. The screw-up, the runt, the non-Viking Hiccup was chosen kill the dragon, not me!

I wanted answers, and I wanted them immediately, and I was more than prepared, I was silently begging to beat them out of the boy. So as soon as he could break away from the villagers and the chief who literally glowed with pride, I tailed him.

3RD PERSON POV

Hiccup had put the bag down and was looking through his items to confirm that he had everything he need for his and Toothless' departure. Suddenly, a giant wave of blinding white light came towards Hiccup. Toothless immediately sprang into action and covered Hiccup with his wings as the light overtook them both.

Sometime later, in a giant theater...

Hiccup removed his arm from his eyes and could see nothing but black. He would have been frightened if he didn't feel a familiar, friendly warm stomach parallel with his back. He was immediately relieved when he heard the dragon's cooing.

"Toothless. Gods, am I happy to see you bud." Hiccup whispered warmly. His sentiment was rewarded with a lick to his face.

"I'm glad you're safe too." At the sound of voice, Hiccup moved his head in all directions.

"Who was that? It sounded…powerful. Hey! Is anyone there?" Hiccup was nudged in the back of the head by his dragon.

"Don't shout! You want them to find us?" At that Hiccup turned at once to Toothless, awestruck.

"Toothless…I think I can hear you…in my head!"

"You should be able to by now. We've been together for at least a month." Hiccup was amazed; he could talk to Toothless telepathically! They could share so many thoughts together now, conversations wouldn't be just him going on and on about his miserable existence and assuming/pretending Toothless was listening. He'd be able to talk with him now, which would be fantastic especially since they were leaving. Just then, the entire Hooligan tribe appeared. As quickly as they arrived, the murmuring began. The first question was "Where are we?" followed by "How did we get here?" and so many more questions until the chief yelled in a loud voice:

"WHO HAS BROUGHT US HERE? I DEMAND THAT YE SHOW YOURSELF THIS INSTANT!"

"Calm down, Stoick. You'll burn out your larynx."A composed voice boomed from the rafters. A man with a dark green cracked mask came down, wearing a grey jacket, navy blue pants, and black shoes.

"Welcome Hooligans. My name is Mask of Denomie, but you may call me MOD, if you prefer. I have brought you all here because I wanted you to watch the story of a human who will put an end to the war between Vikings and Dragons."

The Hooligans began to grow interested in knowing that their 300 year old war would finally come to an end, some grew discouraged because war was war, and if that war had 300 years, just how much longer would it last?

"Do not fear, the war will end long before anyone in this theater dies of old age or by dragon."

This got some of the Hooligans to cheer; their war was going to come to an end before any of them did! No more raids, no more lost livestock. A timid hand shot into the air. That hand belonged to Fishlegs.

"Um, MOD, is it? I was wondering, this story…who's it about?" After the question was asked, a boy with a crazed look on his face immediately jumped up.

"Ooh, ooh, me, me, pick me!" At the same time, he was pulled under and then a girl who looked extremely like the boy asked the same thing. "No, me!" Then they both started rolling around on the ground, punching, kicking, pulling, etc.

"Yes, it is MOD, and this story's not about either of the Thorston Twins, and it's not about you, Fishlegs."

The twins looked confused, where Fishlegs looked mildly disappointed. However, there was one Viking teen with a smug look on his face who bumped Fishlegs out of the way.

"Don't go asking stupid questions, Fishlegs. It's obviously about me, right Mock? Snotlout! Snotlout! Oi! Oi! Oi!" Spitelout sighed at his son's brashness.

"It's MOD, Snotlout, and no, this story isn't about you, either."

"What! I hate this story already! Any story that I'm not the star off automatically gets a zero in the Snotlout column. Then again, if not me, then I'm going to assume it's my fair maiden, Astrid Hoffer-OW! OWOWOWOW!" Snotlout started, before being dragged by his ear to the ground. Astrid then stomped on his chest before grabbing his collar.

"Let me make something clear to you, I'm no one's fair maiden, I never have been, and I never will be. Am I clear?" Astrid snarled at Snotlout who was doing everything he could to restrain his bladder.

"Clear. Crystal clear. Painfully clear. Please let me up, I'm gonna wet myself." Snotlout mentally cursed at how pathetic he sounded. Astrid acquiesced.

"Bathrooms are out the right door." MOD said, causing Snotlout to sprint to the toilet. "And no, Astrid, this story isn't about you either."

10 minutes later

"Okay, well then, if this story isn't about the greatest Viking of his generation, Rumble and Tumble, Fishface, or my bad-" The remaining words died in his throat when Astrid raised her axe his throat with a very lethal "I dare you" stare.

"By the way, before this idiot says something else stupid. I want to go back to my earlier statement. I belong to no one, not Snotlout, and especially not Hiccup! You hear me? Until you can prove that you can take down a dragon using an actual weapon, you're not a Viking. Not in my eyes!" She declared. Hiccup grew angry at hearing this, not because she said he wasn't a Viking, but because she dared him to do something he would never do now.

"What does she know? I glad I'm not a Viking. Vikings kill dragons and I will never kill a single dragon unless there's no other way for me and Toothless to survive." Hiccup relayed to Toothless while hugging the ebony wall of warmth. Toothless cooed affectionately. "I'll never kill a dragon unless it's to save you, bud." The dragon's mental laugh reverberated in Hiccup's ears.

"Then I guess I'll just have to be strong enough for the both of us."

"That's a sweet sentiment, you two, but sadly, I kind of need to keep the two of you apart for now because I can only make the darkness cover the both of you for so much longer." Hiccup unconsciously backed into Toothless while the Night Fury growled, ready to defend against anyone and anything who looked intent to hurt his hatchling.

"Don't worry, I'll let you two be reunited as soon as Hiccup hears something from the chief that the chief would never say in front of him. Granted, Hiccup won't like what he hears, but after that part, you two can be together for as long as you want. This I promise."

"Hiccup, what do you think?"

"I think we can trust him, bud. Besides, you'll be ready to bail me out should I get into any trouble. You're a Night Fury, they won't dare mess with you."

"I'm not like one of the ones you call "Nadders," Hiccup. I won't be swooned by compliments. That being said…" Toothless started, as he licked Hiccup's hair into a standing position. "I'm glad to hear that you know you can rely on me."

Hiccup chuckled. "Alright, MOD, let's do this."

The darkness was raised and Hiccup stepped out into the open where everyone could see him. Now, if this was a few weeks ago, the village would've groaned at seeing his face, but now with his recent success in dragon training, his appearance was much more well received.

"There he is!"

"There's our heir!"

"Hiccup the Humble, The pride of Berk, ladies and gentlemen!"

For Hiccup, seeing the village react so jubilantly to his appearance was still much more surreal than he had grown used to, but it was the next three words that always seemed to drive a sharp pain into Hiccup's gut. If it was anyone else, he would able to deal with it, but these three words came from the chief, himself.

"That's my boy!"

Hiccup had to fight back a cringe after seeing his chief and [yes,] father Stoick the Vast claim him as his own in public for the first time since he could remember.

"Okay, everyone. I get it. You're all happy to see Hiccup and why wouldn't you be, aside from his success in dragon training, he-"

"HOLD ON JUST A MINUTE!" A loud, feminine voice echoed into the theater. "YOU MEAN HE'S THE ONE!? HE'S WHO THE STORY'S ABOUT!? HICCUP?!"

"I literally thought you'd be able to guess that, Astrid. But yeah, this story's about Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third or as I would call him…'Triple H.'"

"I know a lot of things that I'd call him 'Triple H' for." Snotlout snickered to Tuffnut and Ruffnut.

"How will Hiccup end the war between Vikings and Dragons? I mean, you'd need an army to take down dragons, not one of-" Fishlegs started before Hiccup cut him off.

"Fishlegs, don't you start doing it too, Gobber did it, my Dad did it," He looked at Astrid smugly, "The guy I've been training with does it almost all the time." Hiccup drew out, almost mocking Astrid by answering a question she no doubt wanted answer to. Astrid bit back a retort. There were children here now. MOD snapped his fingers as if he had remembered something important. That's because he did.

"Oh yeah, that's right, I forgot. I might have taken away your weapons." The Hooligans were wide-eyed as many of them searched their persons for knifes, hammers, or swords. The only one with a weapon was Astrid.

"There's a good chance I rendered all of the dragons incapable of using their fire, which makes me remember one other thing…There are dragons in the next room."

This sent the Hooligans into a rage. Some of them were screaming bloody murder at Mask. A few tried grabbing the chairs from the rows to throw them at him. Mask snapped his fingers and their mouths were sealed.

"Would you all calm down? They can't cross that barrier unless they do not intend to harm any of you, and vice versa. So grab a seat and relax. You'll have plenty of food and drink to keep yourselves full and quenched."

After those words were spoken, Mask vanished. Hiccup was the first to move and went down the aisle until he found a seat that said

TRIPLE H

"I guess this one's for me." Hiccup sighed. The rest of the villages filled the seats some whole families, some children, some widows, some widowers, some orphans, some single mothers, some single fathers. The teens immediately ran after Hiccup to sit next to him, but couldn't go any further than the second row. That was when Mask decided to speak again.

"Sorry, this is the last thing, I promise. This story will entail Hiccup's past, present, and future. Oh, and no one can sit near Hiccup. Geez, my memory's even worse than yours, Ruff and Tuff."

"Nuh-uh! My memory's worse than yours and hers combined!"

"No, mine is!"

"Mine!" Of course, it kicked one of them tackling another, meanwhile Fishlegs, Snotlout, and Astrid had filled the seats behind, with Astrid sitting right behind Hiccup just to catch him if he tried to get away at any point. Mark's voice boomed over one last time.

"Well, if everyone's ready, shall we begin?"

Well, this is what I have so far. Sorry if you guys were looking for the beginning of the film, but I wanted to get everyone squared away first. Let me know I missed characterization, spelling/grammar errors or if this chapter feels way too rushed. Enjoy.

Later, Capital Punks.